Mystery of the Holy Beast
Mo Hua's expression turned cold. "Stop them!"
Lugu obeyed. Golden Core power surged at once as he wielded the Demon-Slaying Bone Blade, slashing at the Third-Grade Suspended-Eye Profound Tiger.
A late-stage Golden Core general and a mid-stage Third-Grade fierce tiger instantly fell into a savage battle.
Chi Feng and the other thirty-odd Golden Core cultivators also activated their Barbarian Tribe magic treasures, engaging the dozen or so crazed female Tiger Monsters in battle.
For a time, the mountaintop was filled with bloody winds and towering monster power.
The leading Third-Grade Suspended-Eye Profound Tiger was locked in fierce combat with Lugu. Man and tiger fought until rocks shattered, neither yielding an inch, both suffering torn flesh and injuries.
The Suspended-Eye Profound Tiger was an exceptionally ferocious beast.
But Lugu was a great general of the Barbarian Tribe, cultivating a Barbarian Tribe body-tempering technique. His body was enormous and hard as an Iron Corpse, and he was just as brave and fearless.
Their battle looked less like a fight between man and tiger, and more like two monster beasts fighting for their lives in the mountains.
They fought like this for a hundred exchanges.
Inside the cave, that ancient and mysterious aura suddenly grew even stronger.
The Third-Grade Suspended-Eye Profound Tiger caught the scent, and its desire immediately flared. Monster power throughout its body boiled like colossal waves. Blood nearly dripped from its eyes, and within that blood was mixed Killing Intent.
Within that Killing Intent were condensed the living beings it had slaughtered and devoured.
Those living beings were refined by it into Killing Intent, like Chang Ghosts, and gathered within its eyes.
Even Lugu, a late-stage Golden Core general who had fought his way out of a Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood, inadvertently